I wrap my hands around my heart
Fear is always prepared to start
Another shot into the vein
Life feels like an endless chain
Coiling round until your stuck
What to do when it’s up
Are we supposed to run the race?
Keep going forward with our disgrace
Writhe around like empty souls
Waiting until we grow old
If that’s the case then I forego
I don’t want to be a part of that show
It’s not my place or my path
I’d rather stay than be lost in wrath
But what comes next you have no say
Time is ticking so far away
Instead the walls are closing in
No chance to breathe new life again

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